La mia luna | Nico di angelo

La mia luna | Nico di angelo

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Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Basorexia (n.) The overwhelming desire to kiss Aster Romano is a son of darkness itself. He is the social outcast, that is, until Percy Jackson shows up and takes the him under his wing. Aster grows a strong bond with Jackson and even Annabeth, who Percy is abouvsly in love with. He follows Percy, Annabeth, and the new addition of Thalia to extract two new half-blood. Little does he know the fates have already written his story, with the youngest half-blood, Nico di angelo. I don't own percy jackson only Aster! This is mature in the fact of cursing, brutal death, trauma, and, of course, our two lover boys being them selves 😋
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"Is it love or fate that binds us?" Being a half-blood is dangerous. Brutal. Unforgiving. Y/N knew that from the start. Raised by Athena herself, he was sculpted to be a weapon- sharp, precise, unfeeling. But the gods never shape without secrets. And Y/N was never told the whole truth. When he's sent to Camp Half-Blood, his silver tongue and haunting presence draw attention fast- but not all eyes are kind. Something inside him is stirring. Something ancient. A power that doesn't belong to Athena... and a heart that was never meant to feel. As the lines between strategy and sentiment begin to blur, Y/N is caught in a divine game with no rules-only wagers. A quiet pull toward a girl with storm-gray eyes. A prophecy left unsaid. A choice he was never supposed to have.

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